Jiayi didn't see it, but Huo Zhenyang, of course, did see it. His brows furrowed even more. Was this Little Meatball really not a little devil? So cunning at such a young age, what would he grow up to become?
Jiayi's heart was about to break. She had experienced firsthand his harshness. She couldn't imagine how he must have treated Zaizai just now, but she had to suppress her indignation:
"Mr. Huo, I know the child has done something wrong, but you could have directed your anger at the adults, why pick on a child? He's just a kid, why must you be like this? Just tell us how much to compensate for the car, we won't run away!"
She knew that the phrase "He's just a kid" might be annoying, the very excuse for shirking responsibility, but she just couldn't stand seeing Zaizai being picked up by that man, his face streaked with snot and tears.
